We are all daughters of God in various stages of construction.
Our experiences are the building blocks of the future hewn out of the granite of the present.
Times of adversity, rekindle my spirit.
Like the weather or bonds between lovers, transformations can never be predicted. All energy transmutes one day or another, in one way or another. Either in its form or composition, or in its position or disposition.
For every decision a ‘man’ makes, he makes it with the best of the depth of knowledge he possess at that particular instant and the quality of experiences he’s passed through. It’s not an excuse though for mediocrity, but an avenue to learn, rise, and conquer your inefficient self. By inference, beyond an extreme line, there might not necessarily be a qualification of a choice as wrong or right, but an avenue to grow depending on how the intricacies of such a choice and its consequences are handled.
There are things known-things experienced, felt, and understood-that words hold no power to convey. Attempting to do so only dilutes their substance and does them injustice.
I can understand, he said, that many people, many perfectly ordinary people, have an interesting story to tell. No one’s experience of life is valueless.
It was only high school after all, definitely one of the most bizarre periods in a person’s life. How anyone can come through that time well adjusted on any level is an absolute miracle.
I’m just happy to have experienced life; to have had a beautiful son and to have loved.
The misery of other people is only an abstraction … something that can be sympathized with only by drawing from one’s own experiences. But as it stands, true empathy remains impossible. And so long as it is, people will continue to suffer the pressure of their seemingly singular existence.